Bright lights, dark faces

Bright lights, dark faces, a theatrical stage or an interrogation; which response will this be, paranoia or exhilaration? Tracing my thoughts back to the steep, winding climbs of the Berriedale Braes, the heady heights of the cliffs of Caithness, the storm into the harbour at John O’Groats where even the island of Stroma was hidden in … Continue reading Bright lights, dark faces

Rolling South

I started this blog post less than a week ago and I’m so very glad I didn’t post it. If there’s something I’m learning (intermittently), it’s that I cannot always rely on my own advice and judgement. Much to my own dismay. My opinions, my feelings, my emotions are not merely clouded, they are cloaked in … Continue reading Rolling South

Just get out of the tent, she said.

Memories and minds are turbulent and terribly torturous things, or they’re terrifically tantalising and tenacious. Just a spoonful of alliteration for breakfast, now let’s talk tents. One of my previous posts (Mindful Adventures) introduced some new characters to this adventure story, all of whom are significantly inspirational women who do things because they can, and/or because they … Continue reading Just get out of the tent, she said.

Footfalls and Fellows

In Mid-November, the calendar of running days was added to the wall, the countdown to lift off is slowly ticking by, and every day sees extra mileage added to the muscle bank. I am twitching my fingers, fiddling my thumbs, feeling not quite anxious but more fidgety and slightly irritable about what to do next, not … Continue reading Footfalls and Fellows

Nature’s rainbow

Since launching the desire to take on a challenge far greater than I (or my mother) ever anticipated, the concept of adventure has taken on a new persona in my mind. Fear, it seems, has taken a back seat, and has been replaced by its mischievous cousin, thrill; the one likely to take a challenge … Continue reading Nature’s rainbow